This is a story I wrote with Mitchel Musso, and a girl named Valerie Johnson. Its a love story, and is a bit sad.
Summary: When a girl, Valerie Johnson's mother passes on. She mets the guy (Mitchel Musso) who called the ER people to try and save her. Along the sides, her mom before she died, taught Valerie to sew, sing, and perform. When Mitchel needs a singer, Valerie's best friend, Michelle Branch tells him, that Valerie can sing. Valerie refuses. Can Mitchel encourage her to sing? Only way to find out, read the story!
"It's always best to tell the truth, no matter what happens."
~ Chapter 1 ~ :::::::::::::::::
I walked out of my dad's pickup truck. We walked to the church, the rain pouring. My dad and me ran across the street inside the church. We found our seats, next to our mother's coffin. Their she laid peacefully. She taught me how to sew, how to sing, she taught me so many things. Why my mother? Why, did I ever agreed to go to a party, that I knew I was going to fit in really well?
I remembered everything like it was just yesterday.
We were sitting in the car, listening to KSM. My favorite band in the world. And it just kindof hit her. A driver from the other side came out of nowhere, and bang! It hit her side, leaving me with just a few cuts. But nothing serious. She sort of laid there in her seat. "Mom, were okay. We're..." I noticed she wasn't breathing. "Mom? Oh...Please no!" I tapped her shoulder. No respond, but she slid over a lot of blood left from her face. "Anyone, but her!" I held her close, and cried. Their across the road was gentlemen. He had long-brown hair and brown eyes. He was handsome, and tall. He was talking on the phone.
Before I knew it, the emergency cars were here. They took my mom away. They took her inside the truck, and asked me questions. Which lead up to, "Honey..Your mom, she's gone...She's passed away."
When it was time for me to say a few words, I didn't speak. All I could say was, "Goodbye." But no one heard. I couldn't sing, or talk aloud to millions of people. But I thought to myself a song me and my mom both loved by KSM.
I want you to want me I need you to need me I'd love you to love me I'm begging you to beg me I want you to want me I need you to need me
And I tried despirely not to think negative thoughts. But how, how could she be gone? ---TO BE CONTUINED----
